I spent an hour job
hunting this morning. But only an hour. There's no denying I'm
getting quite disillusioned with the whole thing. How does one gain
the required experience for the job when a prerequisite is that you
have already got that experience?
I got the paints out and
did another painting of taking Fudge for a walk. In retrospect I
think I should have put more greenery and branches around the edge of
the painting to make it look more like the view from inside the
woods. I think I'm better with alpine scenes. But it's not bad as
paintings go, I suppose. I enjoyed the hour I wasted doing it, and
that's the main thing. If people like my paintings, then I am
pleased. But I like painting for its own sake. It's something I can
do. Sort of.
And (despite the
drought order) with the rain having stopped for the first time in
over a month I got the lawn mower out and gave the lawn a haircut. As
I started, so next door's dog was half way over the fence. The bloke
from next door grabbed the dog and apologised. And as I mowed I could
hear the sound of the dog screaming, trying to get free, trying to
have a go at me in my own garden. Don't get me wrong - the people
next door are decent people; but it's now got that I can't set foot
in my own garden without their dogs going mad. And me feeling that
I'm intruding by being in my own garden.
I did a survey about
biscuits, and then I wrote another three thousand words of novel.
I've come up with another plot twist which I have fitted into the
ongoing story. I hope it works. I think it does, but I would,
wouldn't I? I also had a read through. I did this in two sittings as
the thing is now forty pages long. And then I had the first serious
editing session which took over two hours to do.
Most of the plot is
there. It just needs two more major scenes, several minor scenes and
a bit of padding out in places. I'm not quite sure how much padding I
should do though. How long should a novel be?
And after a decent bit of fish n chips (diet, pah!) we watched "Eragon". A film which has never really appealed to me, but was actually not too shabby (to coin a phrase)...
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